magic carpet

although our silence has always wailed resentment,

notion by notion, I fell back into your embrace

the three days we had together 

reminded of our highway, from coast to coast

and every fresh spoken word erases an old one

in your absence again, I’ll imagine these empty walls

as ours, with you the other side

and although I’ll still awake breathless the next morning,

you’re still as constant as the mourning doves chirp

so tell me of your next odyssey, while I sit tranquil 

dreaming of a new bakery to take you to for your return

and during our last touch, I felt an epiphany

that I owe to both of you, my heart still beating, 

not for my hands, but yours.